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“aleksandra...?” in her right hand is a weight, two kilograms. she’s holding it loosely, fingers wrapped. she grits her teeth, and sucks a breath between them. “i am concerned about my posture. will you advise me?”
(she’s trying, zarya.) / starter call / @remnesque
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking ( from James! )
non-verbal rp starters / @talefates
the sucked breath that winter takes feels like her entire soul is returning to her body in an instant. for a fraction of a nanosecond her entire being rears through the astral plane, and at something as simple as a knock comes slamming back into her body with enough force to bring her posture straight and her eyes wide open, though she sees very little till she lings. her hands are on either side of her keyboard and tinging blue with how cold they are. her cheek throbs where the bone had been resting on her knuckle, and her shoulders ache. it’s barely longer than a breath that she spends staring before she stands but general ironwood already knows that she had been asleep, even before he watches her unsteadily turn in his direction and gesture a salute.
“general ironwood, sir.” winter says, clearing her throat. she knows better than to pretend that she had not fallen asleep at her desk, completely wiped out by the day’s training. he knew her well enough to know he should not give her the opportunity to make the excuse, and likely verified she was asleep before he woke her up with a metallic knock on her door frame. winter has the good sense to look guilty, and purses her lips together.
“——i was just heading to bed.”
“may i speak off the record, general ironwood?”
you just forced her to use all her social energy at once, james. / @talefates
‘ I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too. ’ / @perzyr .
she stiffens with the uncertainty of the statement spoken . too many questions rise , but was there enough time to get the answers ? ❝ hunted what makes you say that, dear one ? ❞ her hand extends to rest on the scaly cover .
❝ well, you almost killed me so it was NOT SO NICE to meet you . ❞
@romanoiva / ♥
@fondword
It’s been a habit for as long as Yang can remember. Dad always said it was because sometimes her excess energy pooled in her feet and woke up when she lay down. Sometimes it’s a few hours into her sleep, other times she can’t get to sleep at all, but it always ends in the same thing.
Yang, barefooted, alone and in her pyjamas padding around the house. Most nights her travels take her all the way outside, and that’s where she finds herself sitting now; on the stairs of their home like a smoker at a bar minus the cigarette and the beer breath. (She’s a little young for that yet, and sucks fresh air into her nostrils instead.)
There’s something white at the corner of her eyes, though, and it’s panic that seizes her heart at first. Grimm? They shouldn’t be so close to the house, they never usually come this far. Squinting into the gloom, Yang considers calling for her dad, but childish curiosity wins out over caution, and she creeps quietly across the grass towards the treeline.
There it is again, a swish of white too fast for her to pinpoint what it is. But it seemed to be glowing.
“HEY.” She barked, fists clenching at her sides. If there was a grimm in their garden, she’d make sure it left with a few broken limbs. “Come out where I can see ya!”
❝ I wish I was a lawyer, I would SUE you ! ❞
@revulses / ♥’d for a lyric starter .
❝ would things be easier if there was a RIGHT WAY ? honey , there is no right way ! ❞
@learncontrol / ♥’d for a lyric starter .
